It's so hard to believe Zeus has been gone for a week now. So much of my normal daily routine has revolved around his meals and medications for the past six months. I suddenly find myself with too much "free" time on my hands, if that makes any sense. I realize most people would be grateful for this "problem," but I would do anything to still be rushing to get to work on time in the morning after having to sit with him after breakfast, and rushing straight home from work to get him his mid-day meal.
It's even harder to believe Lola left us eleven weeks ago. I'd do anything to start my day off with her rushing to beat me into the bathroom in the morning just so I'd get her a cookie, be greeted at the door with a toy in her mouth when I got home from work, and to have our nightly couch snuggles.